On a sun-kissed Italian island, twins Zeca and Alex learn that in order to love, they need to become relentless.

Twins Alex and Zeca love to switch identities. It's harmless fun until Alex wants to date a hot tourist visiting their home of Capri, and asks Zeca to take his place on a date with Alex's current beau, Antonio.

After a day in Antonio's arms--followed by a long, lusty weekend in his bed during a trip to Naples--Zeca discovers switching places with Alex isn't so harmless after all. Especially when he realizes he's falling hard for his brother's boyfriend.

While struggling with his feelings for Antonio, consoling his semi-celebrity father (who's having woman troubles) and trying not to upset Alex (who might be in love with Antonio...or his tourist tryst...or maybe the neighbor lady), Zeca wonders how any of them will make it through all the relationship woes with hearts intact. As Antonio says, "Love has a way of fixing things itself."

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"So, what do you think?"

"What do I think about...what?"

It was hard to tear my gaze away from the handsome man walking away from the break table outside our father's restaurant. The sun shone and I could hear imaginary violins in the air as my eyes made love to the sexy man with the perfect ass. His white jeans showed off his masculine attributes as he strolled along the terraced piazza. Aware of our gazes, he turned and winked.

I almost swallowed my spoon.

"Dang," my brother Alex said.

I heard my father cursing as the coffee grinder fritzed again. "Zeca!"

Yep, I was Dad's go-to guy. Pity he wouldn't be mine. I wanted to try out his incredible, new--to him--snow-white 1960 Triumph Herald coupe. It was only one of one hundred and sixty-two left in the world, but he said I was reckless. That galled me, considering my twin, Alex, was a far worse driver than me.

I got up from my seat, imagining myself with the hottie in the white jeans, driving around Capri, the sun in our faces, the wind in our hair...

And the coffee grinder, for all intents and purposes, dead on arrival.

"Congratulations," I told my father.

He beamed. "You fixed it!"

"No, Dad. You killed it."

"Why the congratulations, then?"

"You have no more excuses. You can finally donate it to the Smithsonian."

My father's eyes narrowed. "It's not that old."

"Yes it is. Face it. It had a long life, never met a cup of coffee it didn't like. Let's give it a decent burial."

"What, you don't even think it's a museum piece now?"

I unplugged the unit, which had made more comebacks from the grave than your average atomic-fueled zombie, and swept up all the coffee grounds with the little wicker broom we kept for the countertops. I emptied the coffee into the container of grounds that would later be used on our plants.

My father's pride and joy, apart from his coffee, was his green thumb. Short of chopping it off and selling it, he marketed Toppy's Homemade Fertilizer. Tourists bought it by the bag, partly because of my dad's semi-celebrity status. Toppy Colombo had played a café owner in a British TV soap opera for twenty-five years. He was a handsome man, still in damn fine shape. His dark hair had no gray in it, thanks to a close relationship with infinite bottles of Clairol's Natural Black. He also had sparkling white teeth. Since he considered them one his most valuable assets, he made sure they showed each time he smiled, when he wasn't bullshitting the ladies with his flirting.

The locals rolled their eyes. They felt Toppy could have marketed his brand of BS along with everything else we stocked on our shelves.

Like everybody else on Via Camerelle, the main shopping strip on Capri, we sold a lot of lemon products. The whole island was geared toward the manufacture of anything to do with lemons. And lots of designer boutiques had luxurious addresses on Via Camerelle, but for my dad, his dream of a restaurant had come true. He was a big success. The guidebooks all listed his café as a highlight of Via Camerelle. Sandwiched between a gourmet chocolate shop and a shoe store, the café got a lot of cross traffic. Hence, we never stopped moving behind the counter at Café Toppy.

Alex followed me to the back room, where I dumped the grinder into a box to toss out later. I hunted out a good hiding spot, knowing the second my dad got some extra time he'd repair the thing with super glue, rubber bands, chewing gum...you name it. Alex and I had bought a new industrial-strength grinder and I removed it from its hiding place, ripping open the elaborate packaging Italian coffee companies seem to love so well.

"So...will you do it for me?"

"Do what?" I asked, exasperated.

He slapped his head, one of the least attractive traits he'd picked up from Dad. "Will you go out with Antonio for me tonight?"

I stared at him. Is that what he'd been blathering on about outside? I'd been so busy bulge and ass watching I hadn't heard a word Alex had said.

Antonio was a good-looking guy. Damn good-looking, in fact. Alex and I had always loved pulling pranks on prospective dates by switching identities. It was usually harmless fun since nobody could tell us apart, even our dad, for that matter, but Antonio was a hot mofo.

About the series: The "Relentless" series follows the lives and loves of twins Zeca and Alex who live on the Italian island of Capri, running a local cafe with their retired British soap opera star dad, Toppy.
They've had a lot of fun confusing their lovers...until Zeca actually falls in love with local cop, Antonio. How does Zeca tell his twin that he can't date Antonio for him because his feelings are deep...and how can he pretend to be zany, carefree Alex when he's around Antonio when all he feels is relentless passion for Antonio?